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Micro, sweat

Being a micro under one of those Japanese heated tables would be a very good way of indulging in a foot and musk fetish. All you see are the feet of the giants. The heater's glow gives you enough light to see their feet towering above you. The heavy blanket around the table traps in the heat. In turn, there's also plenty of musk trapped in as well, as those feet sweat under the red light. Perfect for ensuring a tiny is left well marked in the scent of your feet, or just degraded into drinking that sweat to keep themselves hydrated in such a harsh environment.

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CW: Watersports

Getting in the middle of a group golden shower like this is a long-standing fantasy of mine I'd love to play out one day. Just several guys casually pointing their dicks at me and unloading. That the full version of that picture makes it clear he's kneeling in a box filled with several inches of piss already makes it even hotter. How people has he been lucky enough to get pissed on by? How many more will he get to enjoy being marked by?

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Plausible size difference

Once again thinking about having someone a little bigger just "forcing" me into having a good time. The sort of scenario where someone who knows what I want just guides me into subspace and leaves me no choice but to indulge in the things I like. Being collared and on my knees, face in their crotch. On my back atop a bed, their cock guided against my face. Or on the floor, ready to be stepped upon for our mutual pleasure. Any of that sounds lovely as a way of just not having to think about anything but tending to them in a way we both love.

Just look at how tall Sidon is compared to Link, canonically, in Breath of the Wild. The Zora is at least 12 feet tall. Perfect height to have the Hero of Hyrule face-first against his slit, with whatever sort of dick a Zora has. A dick that would slowly emerge, right into Link's mouth and throat, deeper and deeper. All while that encouraging, playful, slightly reckless tone of Sidon getting Link to continue. That's a convenient comparison, isn't it?

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CW: Watersports, Giga

I mean, if you were a giga-macro (or the city full of nanoscopic micros) you could Just leave that city on the floor of a tub. Trapped with those white walls towering many miles above it, and you towering many miles higher still. Wrap one hand around your cock and slowly play with it a little, enjoying the fact you have about a million tiny people beneath you (assuming anything that tiny deserves to be called a person). People who can now see nothing else in the world, save for you looming above them like a God. Then just aim your cock downward and empty your bladder, gushing out untold gallons of urine to slam through the streets. Buildings would crumble into nothing under the pressure. People would be pulled under and probably killed just from hitting something else, but a few unlucky souls might survive long enough to actually choke on and drown in your piss instead.

You could cover almost every millimeter with your stream, perhaps just leaving a few skyscrapers in a corner nearest to you intact, even though "skyscraper" is laughable when those buildings are smaller than your big toe. Let the people there witness the horror you're inflicting just by a simple, bodily act. Let them feel the heat and cough on the stench of your urine. When you're almost done, they might think they've survived it. But then just crouch or kneel over them and let the head of your cock come in nice and close. Give them a few of the half-erect penis that just unleashed a biblical flood. Then squeeze out the remaining few drops of piss you have and end them as well, ensuring there are no survivors. Everyone in the city, snuffed out just by you taking a leak.

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Consensual domination, musk

Some days I don't want to have to think about things. I just want to get "put in my place" by someone who knows what I like and shares those interests. Someone who'd be happy to collar me before pressing me to the ground in a friendly but firm way. Someone who would guide my head to their crotch or feet, as an unspoken invitation to take a deep breath of their scent before taking a long, slow lick. Then another. And another.

No over-the-top musk or anything, necessarily, just the scent and taste one naturally accumulates after a long day. Enough sweat to have washed away any remnants of anything other than their body's natural taste and scent. Sweat that I'll be thankful for the opportunity to lick up, sliding my tongue between their toes or along the inside of their thighs, or really almost any other part of their body.

I certainly hope they'd enjoy the attention as much as I enjoy giving it. Depending on my mindset I might be slightly embarrassed at being so aroused by it. Or I might just give in and casually play with myself while I'm indulging in another's body. All just a simple love for the things that biology can do.

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Consensual domination

Right now, I just want a nice, heavy collar around my neck. Something that's maybe just a little too tight, such that it makes breathing just a touch difficult, but not dangerously so. I want to feel that weight around my neck, serving as a constant reminder that I've been collared on the request/demands of someone else who wants to enjoy knowing they have a collared plaything as much as I want to be that plaything. I want to look forward to the moment when they're able to put a leash on that collar and escalate it into something that truly makes me feel like their personal plaything.

Sometimes I want complex macro/stuff. Sometimes I just want a big dick to tend to. Someone not THAT much bigger (a plausible size difference) but with a dick that stretches the limits of plausibility as well, even proportional to their height. A dick that's both a grower and a shower, making it perfect for taking it nice and deep into my mouth while it's soft, before it gets hard and I get to appreciate the feeling of it throbbing deep inside. He'd pull back just long enough for me to get a breath before pressing it in again. Nice and slow, taking his time because he has no need to rush it, instead just enjoying my mouth and throat at his pleasure.

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CW: Snuff, extreme sadism, micro

I want to be very small and on a table that is, conveniently, at crotch height for you. I want to be looking over at your cock and balls, as they are at eye level to me. In this scenario, your cock, flaccid, is already more than twice as thick as I am tall. Not so massive as to be incomprehensible, but big enough that it's Dominating with its mere presence.

I want you to take that cock in one hand and slap it down on the table next to me, missing me on purpose but only by a centimeter. I want the mere sound of that impact to hurt, like being hit in the chest and knocked over, my ears briefly ringing from the experience. Another thump, then another, to reinforce that you could quite easily thump me under it.

I want you to move that over on top of me. Hold it up, make me fear that you are just going to bring it down upon my body and maim me with just the slightest of effort. But instead, you lower it down gently. You leave me pinned under its weight. Just that flaccid cock of yours is enough to completely pin me down. You can't even see me; I'm covered entirely by it. But you can still feel me, struggling uselessly against your dick, unable to get much if any air, the pressure itself causing an issue. I consider myself fortunate if you start getting hard, such that your dick starts lifting up again, but that's really just going to make things worse.

As you get hard and horny, your cock becomes that much more of a weapon. You can thrust it against me to knock me over, battering me with as much or little force as you desire. Precum could be smeared over my face, to mark me as your pathetic little toy, to leave me near-choking on it, or just to lube me up for future use. You don't need to use anything other than your dick, either. Just that sensitive cockhead of yours is already more than I can handle and I can't even fight back against it. Any kicking, punching, clawing, biting... you might not even notice the difference.

At some point you'll want to get off, I'm sure. I want to be a wreck by then, already barely able to fight back. I want to get pinned under your cockhead as you rub it heavily upon me again as you stroke the rest of your shaft. The pressure would be unrelenting, as would the motions grinding me into the tabletop. Your precum would be plenty of lube, but that also means I'd feel like I'm getting waterboarded, if not actually near-drowning just on the fluid pouring into my nose and mouth and rubbed in as you get yourself off.

Your orgasm would be quite the experience, too. You could leave your cock there and just let me feel the heavy throbbing of it as spurt after spurt of cum bursts across the table. You could pull back just a bit and let me take those cumshots against my body, each one a brutal impact before that fluid alone leaves me pinned down. You could pull back even further and showcase your entire cock, giving me one last look at your member, the beautiful, life-giving, life-destroying thing that it is.

And yes, I mean life destroying. After all, there's likely no recovering from the sort of experience you've put me through. I'd be wheezing for air after pre and cum end up in places they shouldn't. I'd have bruises, if not broken bones or other life-threatening injuries. I'd be in absolute agony and you'd be taking nothing but pleasure from that experience.

Would you be benevolent enough to end me right there? Take your still hard cock in one hand, thank me for being a good toy, and then slam it down to crush me in one final blow? Rub the last of your cum on my face to guarantee that I choke and drown in it? Move forward to drop your balls on me, teabagging me on a scale that leaves me suffocating under that soft flesh supporting your heavy balls?

Or would you pull me out of there, clean me off just enough, then toss me back in a terrarium for further use and abuse later, until I did finally succumb to the next time you jerk yourself off by beating me with your dick?

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Domination, physical restraint

I envy the human from this picture by aka6. Getting manhandled by critters like this would be great. Just getting grabbed and held in place so that my throat gets fucked like it's a mere sex toy. All while another grabs my legs and ensures I stay mostly still, as their dick smacks against my crotch to show there's zero comparison on size. All while those tanned muscles and heavy breasts loom above, showing their bodies are superior to mine in every way that matters. Why not give in and accept being a toy?

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Giantess, demon

This (non-furry) pic from Quasart really does convey an incredible sense of scale. The doomed mortals looking up at a giantess of a demon. A demon who can recline, legs spread, showing off her cunt and knowing full well that those "warriors" couldn't hurt even her most sensitive parts even if they tried. A cunt that is bigger than either of those tiny souls, that could simply swallow them alive if she deemed them worthy of being used as a dildo. It's not a question of if they're going to die, but how clever or cruel she wants to be when she gets bored of their presence and decides to end their pathetic lives.

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CW: Snuff, sadism, micro

Imagine a macro going "I like you, which is why I'm going to revive you after I kill you," which is said with absolute cheer before they stand up and slowly crush you under their bare foot.

Imagine being the favorite of a macro like that, who keeps bringing you back after killing you in the midst of a crowd. Allowing you to not just witness what they're doing, but experience it first hand. Over, and over, and over.

At what point do you stop thinking of them as a friend and start thinking of them as nothing but a sadistic God who you wish would just stop bringing you back?

At what point would they stop thinking of you as a friend, or even a person, and just a conveniently reusable prop?

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CW: Snuff, extreme degradation, micro

I'm amused that a micro would say "we're all furries here" when you're so laughably small. Saying furries implies enough human characteristics to be deserving of respect. Some of y'all are far, far too small to deserve any respect at all. You're bugs.

You're bugs who should be thankful for the fact you're allowed to live in fear of every movement an actual person takes, because you are far less than a person. Bugs who could be snuffed out by a simple footstep of someone who isn't so insignificant that their life doesn't matter. Bugs who may subsist on little more than dropped crumbs and the liquid left behind by damp footprints, assuming you don't have to forage for even more disgusting "food" to keep your pathetic life going a little longer. Bugs who, if noticed, could be abducted and subjected to any number of tortures, even things as simple as overwhelmed by the body or bodily functions of someone who is vastly superior to you in every way.

So, bugs, stop pretending you're anything but useless insects and pests who will never be more than the anonymous victims of people who actually matter.